At first, not many people applauded it. Many people yelled shit after watching it. The media still can't figure out what it means. Aliens, deformed babies, and radiator girls, etc., how is this? kind of world?
In any case, this movie alone can prove that Lynch is definitely a genius. It took him five years before and after to complete the film, and in the beginning he scoured the trash can for the film to make a living by sending the Wall Street Journal. In those five years, his wife divorced him, the original photographer was busy with other work, and these and other problems. Perhaps the starting point of every independent filmmaker is not simple, but Lynch has experienced many difficulties and efforts than others.
Watching the rubber head is definitely an alternative movie viewing experience, sometimes it feels disgusting (this is probably the source of the curse at the beginning), and more often it is a strange sense of existence. In his debut novel, Lynch already includes puzzling elements such as Kafka and Freud. Unlike the later works, the story here is not complicated, but it always has something outside the movie itself that you can't touch.
Rubberhead is a monster. Lynch refuses to explain it, and it doesn't lend itself to explanation. Like Henry in the film, this can only be experienced by you.
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